Today I present to you a long haired flame-point cat rolling in the fall leaves. You’re welcome.

He was rolling about to get his scratches and brushes, which is ironic because every time he rolls he covers the freshly brushed part in leaf litter. Silly cat.

Oh for crying in the mud. I looked at the picture I took of Mr Tom (my neighbor’s cat) lounging on the table and realized I have a cat parlor. I put out a heated water bowl, but the cord was too short to reach the ground, so I put the bowl on a table. The winterized cat house that I made for Sophie wasn’t being used (she has moved into the house), so I put it behind the coop. (It still isn’t being used, I think because it only has one entrance.) There is a bowl for snacks even. Sheesh. I don’t leave food out, just water. Sophie does visit the area when she is outside, and other neighbor cats visit as well. Apparently I’m running a cat tavern. Hm.

Sophie the cat, who was once Sophie-the-exclusively-outside-cat before we moved in, is enjoying being a pampered inside cat.

Laun•dry gob•lin | ‘lôndrē ‘gäblən | noun

: mischievous creature that manifests on piles or stacks of newly cleaned articles of clothing, attempts to dislodge result in relocation to another laundered surface, relative density of lead, has sharp bits

Today I present to you Mr Tom licking his chops.

I am in the middle of so many projects, with no end in sight for most of them. I may have to start posting about progress rather than completion. And of course this time of year is crazy busy for all aspects of life, so a good dose of cat posts probably won’t be amiss.